i wanted to add *giggles* but

Alien crewmates highlights

- Jaal’s sudden shocked gasp at Cora saying she doesn’t have any siblings.
- Peebee’s giggle squeak while driving around on that moon planet.
- Vetra blurting out “I love you” during her romance
- Drack flatly saying the bones on his armor are indeed there to make him look like a supervillain.
- The noises Jaal makes before asking Cora if using biotics hurt
- “What’s a sneeze?”
- Peebee going “Yes. Whatever it is” during her romance
- Vetra’s “shit. shit. SHIT!” on the moon planet
- Kill. Me. Now.
- Drack going “SSSSHHHHIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTT” on the moon planet
- “What’s a horse?”
- Turian mandibles doing that thing
- Drack’s battle cries
- Vetra whistling because how?
- Kallo giggling during movie night
- “Kid”
- “I can break bones just as easily as I can mend them, Pathfinder”

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite Auston and Mitch moments?

good question, anon. let’s begin:

I’ll add more as we go along with their adventures

“Paying Guests” (Part 1)

Pairing: Steve x Reader x Bucky

Summary: When a need arises, Steve and Bucky on a whim lie about their sexuality to you. Unbeknownst of their purpose you let them stay with you, in your apartment. But what happens when they start falling for you? And what will be the outcome of their harmless tall tale?

Word Count: 3341

Genre: Pure floof, throughout the series

Warning: none

Author’s Note: enjoy! 

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Jealous, Much?

Originally posted by red-blue-velvet

Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: The reader is jealous of Tom and Zendaya’s relationship. However, Tom is there to reassure them.

Word Count: 2,580

Warnings: language, fluff, jealous!reader, reassuring!tom.

A/N: Sorry this took long to post. I’m not sure of this one and felt a little weird writing it tbh, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!


In the beginning of the relationship, Tom and you were inseparable. He wasn’t overwhelmed with several acting gigs like he is now. You both were able to sit and enjoy each other’s company without too many stresses.

However, that time spent together soon started to disappear. Tom began his Spider-Man film, while you continued your everyday job, trying to fit in as many hours as you could. Yes, it was a lot you were putting on yourself, but you honestly wanted to distract yourself from not being able to have Tom with you.

You missed him.

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anonymous asked:

Okay but going to a wedding with harry in a tropical place and my god he gets drunk and talks about how he can't wait to marry you and I really should stop talking before I hate myself

And maybe the reception is being held at a venue that’s on the beach, but it’s obviously not right on the water. It’s been a few hours into the reception, because the couple decided to make it into an actual party, not a formal event that ends in two hours, and the two of you have somehow wandered off away from said party towards the water. You’ve had a couple of drinks, but Harry’s definitely had more, and you know he won’t touch alcohol for weeks after tonight, but god he’s cute when he’s drunk, isn’t he? You’ve had an arm around him to steady him while you walk along the water, and he’s clinging to you. All you’ve got to light your way is the moon, but it’s big and bright in the sky. You can still hear the music coming from the reception, but it fades out the longer you walk, and soon enough all that you can hear are waves crashing just a few inches away from your feet and Harry humming. 

He’s got his suit pants rolled up a bit, so that they’re not dragging through the water, and you try not to think about how expensive that goddamn suit was when he sits down in the wet sand just beyond the shore and grins up at you. He makes grabby hands at you, and you want to tell him no, because you are very much aware of how expensive the dress you’re wearing is, but you give in before you really ever talk yourself out of it when he spreads his legs to make room for you to sit between them. Which you do, and he wraps his arms around you immediately, and you rest back against his chest. “’M gonna’ marry you. One day,” he says after a long moment of just listening to each other breathe, breaking your comfortable silence for the first time in fifteen minutes probably. You laugh, though, and shake your head. “You’re drunk,” you tell him, and he attacks your neck with kisses. “’M not,” he argues, and you glance back at him, a fond expression on your face. “Tell me what kind of wedding we’re gonna’ have, then,” you murmur, and he pulls his bottom lip between his fingers like he does when he’s thinking about something he really cares about. It makes your heart beat a little bit quicker in your chest.

“Tha’ mean you’d say ‘yes?’“ He questions, and it’s not what you were expecting him to say, and you feel the blush creep onto your cheeks as your hands move to hold his over your tummy. He’s drunk and probably won’t remember come morning, anyway, so you decide to at least be truthful, even if he’s joking. “Of course,” you nearly whisper, and you feel him full on smiling against your neck. “Dunno’ if we’d have a tropical wedding, like this one,” he starts, and you raise your eyebrows. “You love the ocean, though,” you point out, and he nods, shrugging. “Yeah, but – I dunno’. Doesn’t seem very us, does it? I don’ think we’d get married on a beach,” he reasons, and you nod like you understand exactly what he means, and you kind of think you do. You almost always vacation wherever there’s a beach, but for whatever reason, you don’t see that being the place you’d get married, either. 

“Think I’d wanna’ get married in Holmes Chapel,” you tell him, and he’s the one who raises an eyebrow this time. “Why’s that?” He questions and you grin before you situate yourself so that you’ve turned around to face him, basically sitting on his lap with your dress pushed up around your thighs so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. He’s smiling up at you. It gives you butterflies. “Like how happy you are when you’re there,” you murmur, and he smiles wider. “Would want it t’be intimate and kinda’ traditional, I think. Nothin’ exotic. ‘S about us, yeah?” You nearly whisper and he rubs along your hips. “‘M gonna’ marry you,” he says again, but this time his words are a bit firmer, and you just shake your head. “I mean it – even ‘f I am drunk,” he giggles, and you’re laughing, too, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. “One day,” he adds, and you shush him, kissing him again. You don’t know if he’s too drunk to remember this come morning, but you think it’s something you’ll remind him of if your wedding day ever does come. 

“Do We Have To?”

Summary: Bucky keeps ripping your panties. You take him to Victoria`s Secret to buy some more.

Word Count: 460

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: fluffiness, illusions to smut

A/N: okay, my first fic got a lot of love, so i wrote this fluffy drabble! please leave feedback! drop a request in my ask box if you want! ill tag a few of my favorite blogs at the bottom. *Part 2 is posted*


Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

“Bucky! C’mon you know that was my last pair!”

 “I’m sorry baby. I just couldn’t wait. I will buy you all new pairs. I promise!” Bucky used his classic puppy dog eyes and signature pout. He knew you could never say to him when he made that face.

 “Fine. But we are going now. Let’s go, get your pants back on. I`ll be in the car.”

 “B-but y/n, if you can’t tell I gotta little problem. Just please we can have a quickie then we can go.”

 “No Bucky, we are leaving now, if you`re good then I might make it up to you in the new lingerie I will be buying!”

“Oh Doll, now you`re speakin` my language! Let’s go!”    

One Car Ride Later…

               Bucky walked in to Victoria`s secret not realizing what he had just gotten himself into. He was overwhelmed with the amount of lace and silk in every corner of the store. He had no idea that there were that many styles of panties! He didn’t understand how girls could walk around with strings up their asses all day. He was scared, confused, and intrigued all at once.

 “Bucky, baby, this way. I need to pick out the ones over here. You can help me if you want.”

You spoke with a smirk on your face. You knew he was going to go crazy over the styles you picked. His favorite pair you have ever owned were the lace cheekies he ripped on your first time being intimate together.

  “D-doll, there are so many colors and styles. Just pick whatever you want, y/n. I will gladly buy them. Maybe you should get this.”

He picked up a lacey black corset that went with a silk robe. You knew the exact reason he picked the outfit. Your two-year anniversary was coming up and he had planned on a fancy dinner and not leaving the bed for the rest of the night and the following day.

You giggled quietly, pulling the outfit from his hands to add to your haul. You had picked out some boy shorts, cheeky panties you knew he already loved, a couple lace thongs knowing he would be very much into them, and of course panties just for your period. No one wears fancy panties on their period!

 “Okay babe, you ready to go? I think I have everything I need.”

You started walking over to the cashier when Bucky stopped you to whisper into your ear,

 “Maybe you should try them on first. I mean we have to see if they fit.”

You could feel the smirk on his lips. You quickly grabbed his hand and led him to the fitting rooms. You knew you would have to buy everything in your bag.

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The Joker x Reader - “Apart”

When you sent him the invitation to your wedding, you didn’t actually expect The Joker to show up. But here he is and now you have to deal with the situation; you are usually such a good actress, but…this is different. Very different.

“You came,” a smile appears on the corner of your lips as J gets out of the car and the valet takes it away, leaving your ex in front of you with a wide smirk on his face.

“Of course I came, I wouldn’t miss this now, would I?” he opens his arms and you go to give him a quick hug. “Hi, Doll,” he quickly pecks your cheek and you hold him for a few more seconds before breaking the embrace. You didn’t spoke or touch each other in about half a year.  

You take a deep breath, analyzing him and start walking up the stairs towards the mansion while you try to keep the conversation going without getting awkward:

“You still look the same J,” you state the obvious and he snickers, amused.

“I never change; you should know that by now. Would you look at this place,” he struggles to impress himself. “It’s a fortress, took me a while to find it. At least I know my girl is well taken care of, hm?”

“I’m…I’m not your girl anymore,” you whisper, brushing off the weirdness of his statement, but you know he just talks like this all the time anyway.

“Right, thanks for the reminder,” he elbows you, scoffing, and you ignore what he just said and point towards the huge property, excited:

“Let me give you a tour.”

“Where is the groom- to-be? Can’t wait to meet him; he’d better make you happy otherwise he will have to deal with me,” he keeps on yammering and you take his arm, not reacting to the last part of his tirade, guiding him through the maze of the outdoor gardens.

“He is away with business; he will be back in two days for the wedding. You’re the first guest to arrive, the rest are coming tomorrow.”

“You sure hired a lot of people for the event, Pumpkin. I can tell it’s going to be a huge wedding.”

“It will be,” you giggle, watching everybody running around, setting up flowers and the humongous tent where the gathering will happen.

“Wow, I already like it, no expense was spared,” The Joker addresses you, witnessing a few things coming together in a very nice way.

“Miss Y/N,” someone approaches, “do you want more red roses or pink ones?”

“Red,” J answers and it pleases you. “It’s her favorite color.” You also nod a yes and the guy walks away, trying to count how many more to add now. “Who else is coming?” he asks, frowning when a waiter passes you by in a hurry. “ I don’t like the way that man looked at you, want me to take care of it?”

You start laughing, caressing his shoulder.

“Noooo, lets’ not do that, it’s all good.”

It surprises you how much effort you put into trying not to look nervous, you are usually such a good actress, but…this is somewhat different.

“A lot of people will come, you know some of them,” you show him the guest list on a nearby table. “Don’t worry, you’ll seat next to me so you don’t really have to small talk with the others too much. I know you hate that.”

“I sure do,” he grins, kissing your hand and you sigh, continuing to pace alongside him in perfect silence for a few moments.

“Oh, no, it’s starting to rain,” you point out, looking at the gloomy clouds. “Thank goodness the tent is up so it won’t rain inside; they can still continue to decorate, it really needs to be finished by tomorrow night. Let’s go in the mansion, I’ll show you what we got.”

*******************

As soon as he steps in and sees the crystal chandelier he looks in your eyes, puckering his lips:

“Same one we have at the penthouse!”

We had,” you correct him but The Joker didn’t get the fact you were referring to his statement involving the two of you. Or maybe he pretended.

“No, it’s still there, Doll. You always had good taste in decorating so I kept it.”

“That’s nice,” you avert your gaze, feeling your cheeks getting warm.

You walk him around, explaining what’s what, just like a well learned lesson.

“I’ll be damned,” he stops, stunned. “You kept it?!”

The enormous painting you two snatched from Gotham’s art museum two years ago is the centerpiece in the living room. He didn’t want to go because he couldn’t care less about stuff like that but in the end you convinced him to steal it together. You had it at the penthouse until…you left and took it with you. Now it’s here.

“You know how much I love it, Mister J,” you tease him by calling his full name, which you only did when he got in trouble. “I could never get rid of it.”

“I can understand that; I know your mind gets set on something and then you don’t let go,” he mocks, starting to walk upstairs.

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“And, ummm… this is the master bedroom,” you present it, a bit uncomfortable.

“It’s so you, Y/N, I can see it everywhere. Look at the bed, reminds me of the one we have at the penthouse,” he points towards it and you fix his mistake:

We had.”

“No, it’s still there,” he continues and you are still not sure if he really doesn’t get what you’re saying, but you don’t want to insist on the issue. No point really.

“I wonder if…You do have a mirror here too!” he sits on the bed, looking up and sure it’s there. He lies down on the pillows, gesturing you to come by him and you humor him. “Remember ours?”

You scoot over by him, smiling and grab his hand, looking up at the mirror too.

“Yes, fun times. We had our moments, right?” you have to agree, turning your head towards him.

“U-hum,” he replies, taking your fingers to his lips and kissing them, absent minded. You squirm under his touch and have to break the spell J apparently is unaware he still holds upon you.

“Why did you push me away?” you suddenly ask, squeezing his hand tighter.

“I push everybody away, it doesn’t mean that’s my intent,” he replies and for once he sounds sincere.

“Hey, wanna see my wedding dress?” you hurry and get up, heading towards the walk in closet.

“Might as well,” he lifts his shoulders up, resigned. He doesn’t really want to see it but he can’t upset you now that you are finally on speaking terms again. It takes you about 10 minutes to get ready and step outside, anxious for his reaction.

“My God, Princess, you look so beautiful,” he has to admit, jumping from the bed, coming to meet you in the middle of the room. “Turn around,” The Joker suggests and you slowly spin so he can see your gorgeous dress. “I really like the gown, it suits you.”

“Thank you,” you mumble, playing around with the delicate fabric because you feel edgy.

“My Princess always looks beautiful anyway,” he unravels his silver teeth, chuckling.

“I’m…I’m not your Princess anymore J,” you step towards him, fighting with all the feelings inside of you.

“You’ll always be my Princess,” he simply states and then rolls his eyes. “Come on, you’re gonna cry on me? You know I always talk like this,” he makes fun of you, seeing your lips quivering but has to admit something makes him uneasy.

Fuck it all, you think, deciding on the spot and go kiss him which surprises The Joker and in the same time it doesn’t.

I’m not sure if I like diamonds anymore,” you clearly enunciate and he freezes with his hands around your waist.

This is the phrase you two decided to use when you were together as a warning for grave danger, just in case you couldn’t say anything else and you wanted the other to know something is up without getting busted.

“Well, that’s a first, Doll,” he lets you go, understanding someone is listening, carefully looking around as you put your finger on your lips, signaling him to be quiet. You point towards the corners of the room, quickly scribbling on a piece of paper that you stash in his pocket.

“Yes, I am so bored with diamonds these days,” you try to control your voice from breaking and you hug him tight, barely whispering in his ear:
“Run! A left, two rights around the stairs. Don’t take the car, just run!” and you drag him towards the door, peeking outside to make sure nobody is passing by. He has such an intrigued expression on his face and you cover his mouth, shaking your head as a no.

“Ssstttt,” you soundlessly shush him. “Don’t let anybody see you, they’re all undercover! Go!” you whisper one last time before pushing him away and he doesn’t linger anymore but signals you to follow.

You mutter a NO, watching him walk as he turns around one more time to see you in your wedding dress. He takes the corner and he’s gone.

What the hell is going on? The Joker wonders, carefully sneaking around, hiding behind a wall so he can read the piece of paper you placed in his pocket:

“I’m not at Arkham or Belle Reve, not sure where. Warn as many as you can not to come. After you get out, keep left under the trees until you get to the main road. Don’t let them catch you.”

***********************

It was a difficult break up, at least as far as you were concerned. You got sick and tired of everything and left because he didn’t seem to give a damn anyway. You were on your own for about a month when you got ambushed during a heist and couldn’t escape. You were taken to a place you haven’t been before and they were sure thrilled to see they got The Joker’s girlfriend; well, ex, but you didn’t tell them that part; they found out on their own.

You were sentenced to 40 years in prison but offered a deal: if you help the Secret Service catch the elusive Clown Prince of Crime and many others, your verdict will be reduced to only 10 years. It was such a sweet deal and they spared no effort in planning the perfect stakeout: for 3 months they put everything together, using your fake wedding as the bait: they wanted to get as many most wanted criminals as possible with minimum casualties, away from the public eye on that hidden property, rehearsing day and night to make everything seem like the real deal. They knew many would come to the occasion if you invite them. And you agreed, sure hoping J won’t show up. When he did, you didn’t want to care but things didn’t go as planned. You and your stupid feelings for him; you always pay for them no matter what.

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Of course the deal went sour and they retaliated for what you did: your sentence changed to life in prison and you weren’t treated nicely, to say the least. You had days when you regretted your stupid decision, crying yourself to sleep in the dark, cold cell. And some days were better, hoping he might find you and get you out of there. Hours, weeks, months and then two years passed with heartbreaking solitude and doubt, and you finally realized The Joker will never save you.  Even if you helped that day, knowing him he probably hated you with passion after tricking him with that well devised scheme and he is not the one to forgive such transgression. Or maybe he just can’t find the location. You tried to cope but the thought of never getting out of there was slowly driving you insane. How you missed the outside world and the freedom of doing what you please.

And you missed him…You couldn’t get out of your mind that last time he looked at you. You wanted so badly to run with him, but had to stay behind to hold them up, pretending he’s still there for a while to give him enough time to flee…Like he appreciated the sacrifice…Too late now for remorse, yet you can’t hide from yourself.

You slowly chew on your bread, deep in thought, sitting on the mattress, examining your skinny hands. You got so much thinner due to the special menu and treatment you were subjected in the last two years. Fit for a Queen, as they like to laugh at you.

“Oh, great,” you pull out the piece of plastic out of your mouth, unnerved you are always given such disgusting food. This is where you usually stop eating, nauseated at the crap you find in the meals. You glance at it for a second before wanting to toss it on the floor when you notice something.

You have to bring it really close to your eyes since you are not allowed to wear your contacts.  

I’m here. Cover your ears,” you read and gasp, dumbfounded, having a hard time processing what just happened.

The loud explosion to the right wall of your cell throws you to the ground and your ears start ringing .You struggle to get up, covered in dust and debris, stumbling to keep your balance, dizzy from the blast.

You stare at the gap in your wall, seeing so many bodies moving around on the other side, not knowing what to do.

“Would you hurry up, woman?! I don’t have all day!” you hear the familiar voice and J creeps inside your prison, coughing and trying to move the flying ashes out of his way.

You can’t even move and stare at him wearing your favorite suit, starting to cry in a frenzy.

He sighs and comes in front of you, his blue gaze going up and down your body, growling when he realizes how scrawny you are.

“So you didn’t get married, hm?” he bites on his lip and you barely manage to utter, whimpering:

“N-no…” and you continue bawling , rushing in his arms and he hugs you, taking each other in for a few seconds. “You…you look the same,” you cry your eyes out on his shoulder, hoping you are not hallucinating from the meds.

“I never change, you should know that by now,” he purrs in your hair, ecstatic he found you. He’s been looking forever; my God you were well locked away or what?!

“Sir, we need to get out of here, they’re coming!” one of the mercenaries yells and J lifts you up in his arms, carrying you outside. The sun hits you and you hide your face in his chest, wincing in pain.

“My eyes,” you complain, wiping your tears and slowly readjusting to natural light, fastly blinking to make it better. “You can put me down, I think I can walk,” you turn his face towards you so you can see him.

“Queens don’t walk,” he grumbles, kissing your forehead, continuing to carry you.

“I really missed you,” you confess on the verge of crying again. “I thought you will never come.”

“Meh, I was bored staring at that chandelier all day,” he tries to joke and you sense his hands holding you tighter.

You sniffle, smiling for the first time in so many months and ask when he looks down at you:

We still have it?”

We do,” The Joker answers, walking faster as all hell breaks loose behind him.

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Extended Imagine - Morning Light

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The sun rose over the horizon, sending glimmering rays through the gap in your curtains. You squint, trying to keep the light out, but it’s no use. Cursing under your breath, you throw the blanket off and go to close the curtain. Well - you try to, anyway.

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Dear Diary...

Dean x Reader 

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble, but suddenly I had written more than 1600 words, so one-shot it is. It’s mostly just fluff. I don’t know what’s happened to me lately. I just want poor Dean to be happy, I guess.

Prompt: “Dear Diary,…” requested by @skymoonandstardust

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“Hey, where’s your stuff to wash?”

“Uh… should be there on the bed,” Sam replied distractedly, eyes focused on his laptop. “Looks like there might not be a case after all…”

“You sure?”

“Pretty sure, yeah.”

Dean was dumping dirty clothes into a duffel bag as he replied, “Well, keep looking. We need a little more than pretty sure before we ditch town.” The shower in the bathroom was turned off just when he picked up a blue shirt from the bed and eyed it, lips pursing. “This looks clean,” he muttered, bringing it close to his nose. “And I was wrong,”-  he announced to no one, a disgusted nod to himself followed, “Lesson learned. Nothing’s clean here.” With this he grabbed every piece of clothing he could get eyes on and threw it into the bag. 

When his hands touched something solid, though, he stopped. “The hell is this?”

Sam who was currently rubbing his eyes, asked a “What?” And his brother just looked at him incredulously, some sort of notebook in his hands.

“A secret diary, Sam? Really? I thought you got over this phase.”

Sam’s bitch face showed up. It hadn’t in more than three hours. Record. “That’s not mine.”

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after dark adventures

genre: boyfriend!au

star of the show: NCT’s Jaehyun

word count: 4,075 words

author’s note: it’s not a jeff fic without some nasty, so feel free to skip ‘3:51am’ if you wish to do so 

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opening line: “What is sleep when we can be doing so much more once the clock’s hand strikes past twelve?”

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Markiplier Game References:

Will this game make Markiplier:
-get stuck and never finish it like Vanish?
-stressed and rip his voice out like Octodad?
-rage and break his controller like he did in I am Bread?
-make him giggle and lose his marbles like Google Feud?
-blow up Detroit for cake like he did in Will You Press the Button?
-reset everything/progress like he did in Until Dawn?
-remind how space is cool/geek out on space like Universal Sandbox?
-scared and feel isolated like he is in Subnautica?
-be messed over by the creators like ClusterTruck?

AND ESPECIALLY
-break physics like every game he plays?

A Bittersweet Trickster

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Title: A Bittersweet Trickster

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 1,013

Warnings: fluff, slight angst

A/N: This was requested by an Anon (and around Christmas, so I apologize for the wait <3). I hope you all enjoy this Sweet Treat Saturday <3 <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!

Family was always a touchy subject for you.  Your family wasn’t the most supportive group of people.  They weren’t supportive, loving, or reliable.  You loved them because they were your family, but there wasn’t much beyond that.  You never let Gabriel come around them before because of how they reacted to your friends.  You couldn’t imagine how they would react to you having a boyfriend.  However, you were about to find out and you were worried beyond belief.

“You have a boyfriend,” your oldest brother questioned, disbelief evident in his voice.  His eyes studied Gabriel closely.  It was as if he thought Gabriel was some kind of hologram projection.  “Is there something wrong with you buddy?”

“Not at all,” Gabriel replied flatly, his lips forming a flat line.  He didn’t like your oldest brother.  He felt like he was talking to his own brothers.  “[Y/N] is a lovely woman and I love her very much.  I think she’s just the girl for me.”  Gabriel flashed you a small smile.

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Got7 trying *but kinda failing* at Valentine's Day

Group(s) & Members(s): Got7

Genre: fluff 

Warnings: none

A/N: Surprise I’m finally here with something! sorry i’ve been gone, life is crazy yall. The order in which they appear are Jackson, Mark, Youngjae, Jinyoung, Jaebum, Yugyeom & Bambam. please ignore any typos or errors im too lazy to edit this rn i’ll get around to it eventually. 


Jackson: 

Jackson is THE MOST about Valentines. He’s all about the ~romance~ and all about getting alllll the cliche gifts like chocolates and roses, despite you telling him that you didn’t really care about those sorts of things. You walk into your apartment to find the biggest teddy bear you’ve ever seen and you know Jackson is behind it when you hear his suppressed giggles. “Isn’t this great Y/N!” and tbh he seems more excited about it than you are so you get the feeling that he mainly bought it for himself. After dinner he takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom, stopping only to tell you to cover your eyes. “Wait right here while I go get your present” and you feel like you’re waiting forever and after the 5 minute mark you get worried so you call out to him. He doesn’t respond and instead all you hear are some suppressed grunts. Finally you give in and head to where the noise was coming from. You burst into immediate laughter when you find him, shirtless with his arms tangled up in black and red lace. His eyes go wide when he sees you, “GIRLS ALWAYS GET TO WEAR LINGERIE SO I THOUGHT I WOULD TRY IT TO BE SEXY FOR YOU BUT I’M STUCK”. After laughing for a good 10 minutes at him you finally grab some scissors and free him. 

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Sweetness Part Four

Part Three

Y/N bit her lower lip, a blush on her cheeks as she stands in the room, her hands nervously playing with her sleeves. She wasn’t sure why she felt nervous now, the hard part was done, her and Harry had exchanged the “I do”, they had shared their vows, the planning was over. They were married. But standing in front of him made her want to pee, the butterflies going insane in her stomach.

Harry closed the door behind him, his hands shaky. It was done, they were married, yet he couldn’t breathe. He was excited, he just wanted to hold her, but when he turned he froze. She was so beautiful, she was always beautiful, but today was different. Today was a day he never wanted to forget, today was a day he wanted to keep reliving. She looked much different than the mess she was the last two months, screaming, crying.

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Warm Me Up Ch. 28

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The sun was beating down relentlessly. June summer heat was the worst thing when a person loved wearing black as much as Nico.

“Are you sure you don’t want to change before leaving?” Will asked as he scrolled through his phone and leaned against his car.

“The day I don’t wear black is the day the world ends,” he answered. He bit his lip and backtracked. “Did I lock my door?” Will shrugged. “Hold on.” He went back to the apartment and checked the knob.

He still wasn’t used to having his own place. He was lucky Will had decided to be an orientation leader for incoming freshmen that summer. Now, even though it was summer, they still remained close.

Will had the luxury of staying at the school dorms during the summer. Nico had to get a job and get an apartment in order to keep going to his therapy sessions. However, he had to add a psychiatrist on top of that.

He hadn’t told Will yet. He didn’t want to. He didn’t tell him that he was so fucked up he had to take medicine to make him normal now. It wasn’t even working anyway. He’d been taking medicine since early May, which meant about five weeks, and Nico hadn’t noticed any change whatsoever in his emotions.

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Mirrors

pairing: lams (hamilton/laurens)

modern AU

request: anon: Okay so on twitter there is a john Lauren’s bot and there is one tweet that says “alexander punched the mirror and now his hands r bleeding and i am kissing them better” and me and my friend said that would be a great fic idea and you’re a great writer and I was wondering if you can write it. I would appreciate it so much but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Thank you if you do and thank you for reading this ask😘

word count: 1119 (finally a decent ish length again)

warnings: swearing

a/n: I’M SO SORRY I’VE BEEN SO INACTIVE I HAVEN’T POSTED IN OVER A WEEK. i’ll go back to updating regularly soon. maybe. i made this longer and added domestic stuff, hope you enjoy :)

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There’s a loud shattering sound and John winces, recognizing the sound of breaking glass. Alex is in the bathroom, and he’s probably broken that little mirror that John doesn’t even know where it came from.

But nope, there’s a loud holler of pain from the bathroom, followed by a string of curse words from Alex. Worried now, John hops up and knocks on the door. “Alex? You okay?”

“No,” Alex growls, his voice filled with pain. “Because Thomas Jefferson exists.”

“Alex, babe, I know Jefferson’s horrid, but why are you hurt? And why is the mirror smashed?”

Alex opens the door and presses a washcloth to his hand, wincing. “Um.”

John peeks past his boyfriend. The large mirror above the sink has been punched, and shards of glass litter the tiled floor. “What the hell?”

Alex half-grins. “Let me explain.”

“What did Jefferson do to make you break our mirror? Good luck explaining this one,” John says, accentuating the words mirror and this.

“He somehow got my number and sent me half a dozen texts while I was washing my hands and my gosh he just makes me so mad, John, you gotta understand! And he goaded me, and wouldn’t shut up and uggggggggh. So, I, uh…”


“Punched the mirror,” John supplies, and Alex nods, unable to meet his boyfriend’s eyes.

John sighs and grabs some bandages to patch up Alex’s bleeding hands. He doesn’t say a word, and neither does Alex, not even when John puts the ointment on and it has to hurt.

“Thanks,” Alex mumbles when John’s finished. John lifts Alex’s knuckles to his mouth and kisses the bandages. Alex breathes in sharply.

“What?” John asks, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Something wrong?”

“You…just…still wanna kiss me after I ruined the bathroom?”


“Not till you clean up the broken glass,” John shoots back, and he leaves the room.

“JOHN LAURENS!” Alex shouts, but John can tell that there’s no real anger behind it. He grins to himself.

Some time later, Alex emerges from the bathroom with the remainder of the mirror in a baggie. “What do we do with this?”

“Put it over there,” John says, waving in the direction of the corner. “Not sure. I’ll Google it later.”

Alex sets the bag down and then sits next to John on the couch. Silence lasts a full six seconds before he bursts. “I’m sorry, John.”

“Sorry for what?” Alex apologizing for anything is rare, and John wants to draw it out, savor the moment.

“For breaking our mirror.”

John nods. “And?…”


Alex looks confused. “And what?”

“For being…”

“No. I am not apologizing for that,” Alex says. John turns away. “No, please no,” he whines. “That asshole doesn’t deserve it.”

“I’m not kissing you till you say you’re sorry for getting mad.” John doesn’t even look at Alex, and he wonders how long it’ll be till the other man cracks.

Alex lasts an impressive seven seconds this time before cracking. “Fine! Fine! Fine! I’m sorry for getting so mad at Jefferson! I won’t even block his number! Fine! Will you kiss me now?”

“Say it in a nicer tone,” John instructs, holding in a laugh. It’s cute how Alex gets so worked up over silly little things like this.

“I’m. Sorry. For. Getting. Really. Mad. At. Jefferson. And. Breaking. The. Bathroom. Mirror.” Alex’s tone is even and measured, and even though he pauses after every word, it’s good enough for John.

“Okay.”

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“Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

Snow White is playing on the TV. John and Alex’s daughter, Mindy, is captivated by the movie. She’s about three and has recently discovered the exciting world of Disney. Alex shoots John a glance as the evil queen talks to her mirror, and Alex suppresses a giggle.

“Remember that day?” John asks, not taking his eyes off the screen. He tries to be quiet, but Mindy still turns around and gives him a shushing motion. He nods.

“Yeah,” Alex breathes into John’s ear. It tickles. “When I broke the mirror, and you made me apologize.”

“And then the next day I made you apologize to Jefferson. To his face.”

“That scarred me.”

“But then you and him stopped being at each other’s throats twenty-four seven, and I got to hear about things that weren’t Jefferson being terrible. That was nice.”

Alex laughs soundlessly. “I did talk about him a lot.”

“You’d think that you were secretly soulmates or something.”

“Ha. No.”


“Will you guys shut up, please?” Mindy asks, turning with a look of indignance on her face. “I can’t hear.”

“Sorry, sweetie,” Alex says, kissing her forehead. “You wanna restart it?”


“Just back to the mirror scene,” the little girl decides, snuggling in between her dads. “That’s the good part.”

John doesn’t want to laugh, but he does, and Mindy fumbles for the remote, hitting several different buttons before finding pause. “What’s so funny, Daddy?”

“It’s a long story,” Alex explains.

Mindy crosses her arms. “We got time.”

“I see you’ve taught her well,” John mumbles to Alex. Alex grins with half of his mouth.

“So back before we got married, before we adopted you, your daddy had…issues with this one guy he worked with,” John starts.

“He made me so mad,” Alex adds.

“It’s not good to be mad at people, Daddy,” Mindy says. “It makes you mean.”

Three year olds are so pure.

“Anyway, he sent your daddy some texts that made him very mad, and so he punched the mirror in the bathroom and broke it.”


Mindy’s mouth falls open. “Daddy!”

Alex holds his hands up. “Guilty.”

“That’s why the mirror scene is so funny to us,” John finishes.

“Didya get a new mirror?”

“I think so. I hope so,” Alex says, worry creeping into his tone. “Wouldn’t want someone to be renting that apartment and find no mirror.”

Mindy giggles. “Okay, can we watch the movie now?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

Some time later, Mindy’s fallen asleep, and Alex carries her to bed and tucks her in. “Goodnight, kiddo. Sweet dreams. Don’t punch any mirrors.”

“Is that just gonna be a running inside joke now?” John asks. Alex nods and then kisses him briefly. John tries to melt into the kiss, but Alex is already pulling away.

“Where are you going?” John mumbles, uncertain.

“To finish the movie, duh,” Alex shoots back. “We can cuddle on the couch.”

John happily skips after him and settles next to him. Alex hits play and then kisses John, and it’s nice, it’s so nice to be here and in love and raising a daughter and having inside jokes, even if the jokes are about Alex breaking a mirror.

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I think I wanna marry you

Jon Snow x Reader

Words: 443

Requested by: @jonsnowisthesexiestbastard

Request: Hello ! Can I have an imagine where the reader is a Mormont and she know Jon since childhood. After season 6 Jon wanna marry her but the Lords doesn’t think that she is highborn enough for a King but he marry her anyways ? Thanks :-)

(Y/N): Your Name

(Y/H/C): Your Hair Color


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café blues

genre: coffeeshop!au

star of the show: NCT’s Yuta

word count: 2,004 words

author’s note: the coffeeshop!au I said I wouldn’t write but then I saw Yuta and yeah… 

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opening line: “I’d mess up your order any day if that gives me a chance to talk to you whenever you come in for coffee.” 

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Not So Vanilla Anymore- Dan(iel) Howell fic

A/N: Hello! Another fic coming your way, enjoy!

Pairing: Dan x reader

Warnings: Swearing, handjob, little bit of blowjob


Date night.

Despite being with Dan for almost a year, I find myself scrambling for hours, trying on different outfits only to dislike them. My stomach filled with butterflies and my hands were slightly sweaty, I was nervous.

I know he doesn’t really care about my appearance, not in a mean way of course, but he doesn’t mind if I don’t dress up. Which kind of helps, but I like to look decent, it’s the least I could do.

I only had about an hour left before I finally decided with some shorts and a nice top, looking around at the mess I’ve created. Why is dating so hard? Why do I make it harder? I finish getting ready, lounging around as I finished a bit earlier.

The doorbell rang, signaling Dan was here. I gathered my necessities and opened the door. He greeted me with a smile, leaning in to give me a quick peck.

Things between us are pretty vanilla, kisses, hugs, holding hands. We’ve made out a couple times, but never further than that, which made me wonder if he wanted to do more. We never really spoke about the topic, I’m guessing he didn’t want to pressure me and I just never knew how to bring it up to him.

“How are you, Y/N?” His voice brings me out of my thoughts. He kindly smiles down at me, his hands resting on my waist.

“‘M good. What about yourself, Mr. Howell?” I tease, watching as he inwardly groans and rolls his eyes, maintaining the smirk on his face.

“Just about ready to go, wouldn’t wanna miss the film now would we?” Dan answers, wrapping an arm around me to lead me out, closing my door behind us.

We walk out to catch a taxi, debating what movie to watch. I couldn’t help but notice his hand on my inner thigh while we were in the taxi, his fingers occasionally tapping or squeezing lightly.

“You look cute tonight,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Something about his voice made the tension a bit more sexual. Maybe I was just aroused. It’s all in my head.

However my suspicions were confirmed when he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, slipping his hand through my top and squeezing my breast. I slightly jump and look over to him, Dan not meeting my gaze as he acts like nothing happened. He then takes my nipple in between his fingers and tweaks it, making me bite my lip to hold in a moan.

“Dan,” I hiss, looking at the driver who doesn’t seem to notice what Dan’s doing.

He looks down and chuckles, continuing his actions at a faster pace. I lean my head back, the way his fingers pinch and pull at my nipple making me feel unbelievably good.

Before I realize, he pulls away as the driver says we’ve arrived, pulling up on the side. He smirks at me, giving me a slight nudge so I can get out. I glare at him but do so anyway, not wanting to piss the driver off.

We get in line to get tickets and I shove Dan.

“What’s wrong, princess?” He teases, chuckling at my attempt to glare at him.

“What the hell was that?!” I whisper, not wanting to attract attention.

This makes him smirk as he brings me in for a hug, swaying us from side to side. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

I try to shake him off, annoyed that he would do that.

“I’m gonna get you back,” I say in the most threatening voice I could muster, though apparently wasn’t much as it made him laugh.

“Sure you will, Y/N.”

We get our tickets and go in, looking for the right theater room. By the time we get there, all the good middle seats were taken, so we had no choice but to take the ones in the back, though they weren’t too bad so I can’t really complain.

The previews passed and the lights dimmed, signaling that the film would begin. I looked around to see that there weren’t many people our age considering the time, seemed to only be older people and that we were the one of two couples that sat near the back, the other one sitting two rows in front. I guess people don’t like these seats either.

Halfway through, I still felt incredibly aroused, the way Dan’s skilled fingers played with my nipple permanently in my mind. I looked around to make sure no one was looking before I boldly place my hand directly over his crotch. He tenses at the touch, looking at me questioningly but I face forward, copying his actions from the cab.

I leave it there for a bit before I begin to apply pressure, moving in slow circles. He takes a sharp breath in, frantically looking around before whispering, “Y/N, stop.”

But I took that as encouragement to keep going, rubbing faster. He groans quietly, seemingly to be debating whether to stop me or not. Since he doesn’t, I take it a step further and slowly unbutton his jeans, reaching in to palm him through his boxers.

“Oh fuck,” he quietly groans, throwing his head back.

“Told you I would get my revenge,” I mumble, the idea of me giving him a handjob in public exciting me.

“Fuck, I need you Y/N,” he whispers, putting a hand on my thigh and squeezing it.

“What do you want me to do?” I whisper back, slowing down my pace.

“Touch me, make me come all over your hand,” he responds, someone a few rows in front giving us a harsh ‘shhhhh!’

I giggle to myself and look around before taking his shaft out of his boxers, wrapping my hand around it before jerking it. He hisses at the contact and bites his lip, holding in any other sound.

After debating it, I lower my head and lick the tip to add some lubrication. He accidentally lets out a moan, trying to play it off as a cough. I continue to jerk Dan off, him taking deep breaths to keep quiet.

I lean down again to bob my head a couple times as he almost lets out a moan, quickly placing his own hand on his mouth, muffling the sound. He pulls my head up, whispering, “I’m close.”

I pick up the pace and I feel him twitch in my hand, quickly followed by his cum seeping out over himself and my hand. We giggle to ourselves, once again being shushed by an older couple in front.

He fixes himself and gets up, tugging me along with him.

Once we’re out, I say to him, “The movie isn’t done yet.”

“Fuck the movie, I’m not done with you,” he says quickly, smirking once again over to me.

Guess things have changed from now on, and I don’t mind one bit.